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  “Hey, you’re the one that wanted me to do this. I suggested hiring an actual physical therapist, but you refused,” Sloane pointed out as she grabbed a bottle of lotion from her nightstand.

  “You do a better job,” Chase said, moving to sit up so that he could go relax in the hot tub until his muscles stopped screaming in agony only to find himself pushed back down by the cruel woman who lived to torment him.

  “Then let me do my job,” the stubborn woman that he couldn’t seem to get enough of said with a teasing smile as she squeezed lotion into her hands.

  “Fine,” Chase said, sighing heavily as he closed his eyes and

  Groaned when he felt her small hands move over his legs, somehow managing to do what normally took two Advil and an hour in the hot tub. God, that felt good, Chase thought as he laid there, enjoying the way it felt to have Sloane run her hands over his legs, slowly working the tension out of his muscles.

  Definitely better than the hot tub, Chase thought, feeling himself relax as the woman that was full of surprises worked her magic. If he’d known just how good this felt, he would have demanded it ten times a day from the start. So much better than the hot tub, he thought while Sloane ran her hands up his legs and over his thighs, tearing a groan from him as she worked on his sore muscles. When she ran her hands over his chest and stomach, he decided that they were going to end all his physical therapy sessions this way from now on.

  “How does that feel?” Sloane asked, running her hands over his chest and shoulders.

  “Perfect,” Chase said as she worked her magic on his arms, back up to his shoulders, down his chest, over his stomach, and

  Robbed him of another groan when she ran her hands back down his thighs, the move bringing her close to the part of him that was really enjoying her touch. He felt his cock twitch with interest when she ran her hands down his legs only to feel himself grow hard when she slowly moved her hands back up his thighs, lightly brushing his balls before sliding her hands back up.

  Opening his eyes, Chase watched as Sloane moved so that she was straddling his thighs. “Is this okay?” she asked as she settled more comfortably on his lap.

  “More than okay,” he said, watching while she absently nodded as she turned her attention to his shorts.

  “Are you sure?” Sloane asked as she traced the curve of his erection through his shorts with her fingertip.

  “I mean, it could be better,” Chase said, watching as her lips twitched while she reached inside his shorts and

  Slowly pulled him free, giving his cock a slow caress that had him licking his lips.

  “And how could I make this better, hmm?” Sloane murmured absently as she continued to slowly work her hand over him.

  “You could take your clothes off,” Chase said, running his hands over her thighs as he watched her small tan hand slide over his cock.

  “I could, but I’m not sure that would be very professional,” she said with a sad shake of her head that had his lips twitching.

  “Oh, it would definitely be professional,” Chase said, nodding as he watched her make a show of thinking it over.

  “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” Sloane said, sounding thoughtful as she released his cock and climbed off his lap. Once she was off the bed, she slowly, so fucking slowly that it nearly killed him, took off her clothes.

  He watched as Sloane slowly pushed her shorts down as she turned around. When she slowly pulled her shirt off, he pushed his shorts down further, freeing the rest of his cock so that he could wrap his hand around it while he watched her push her panties down as she leaned over, making him wish that his fucking legs worked so that he could climb off this bed and find out just how good it felt to fuck her standing up.

  “Is this better?” Sloane asked as she turned around and climbed back onto the bed.

  “God, yes,” Chase said as he reached over and helped her settle back on top of him.

  “This does feel more professional,” she said with a teasing smile as he pulled her down on top of him.

  “It definitely does.”

  Chapter 29

  “Don’t be mad,” Sloane said, worrying her bottom lip as she climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him.

  “What’s all this for?” Chase asked, taking in all the food covering every inch of space in his kitchen as he wrapped his arms around her.

  “Poker night,” she said as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, making it difficult to focus.

  “Poker night?” Chase repeated back as he slowly returned the kiss that had him thinking about crawling back into bed with her. “You play poker?”

  “Not even a little bit,” Sloane said, nodding solemnly as she pulled back so that she could settle more comfortably on his lap.

  “Then why are you having a poker night?” he asked as he leaned back in and

  “I’m not. You are,” Sloane said, making him frown before adding, “I have plans.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Chase asked, sighing heavily as he settled back against his chair.

  Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, Sloane said, “The guys from your old station are coming over for poker night.”

  There was a heavy pause and then…

  “Not fucking happening,” Chase said firmly, shaking his head as he moved to help her off his lap.

  “It really is,” the stubborn woman said as she shifted closer to make the move impossible.

  “Oh, and why’s that?” he bit out.

  “Because they miss you and I know that you miss them,” Sloane said as he finally managed to pick her up and place her on her feet.

  “Just stay the hell out of it, Sloane,” Chase said evenly as he headed toward the patio doors, determined to get the hell out of here before it was too late.

  “Are you going to talk to me?”

  “Just leave me alone,” Chase said as he opened the patio door and

  Fucking sighed when the woman that had no fucking idea what she was doing to him decided to climb back onto his lap.

  “Then I guess I’ll do all the talking,” the stubborn woman said as she settled more comfortably on his lap.

  “There’s nothing to talk about, Sloane. Just fucking drop it,” Chase said even as he found himself reaching up so that he could run his fingertips along her jaw, unable to help himself.

  “I should have told you that I invited the guys over. I’m sorry,” she said, only to keep going before he could respond. “But it’s long overdue.”

  “Sloane”

  “They miss you, Chase,” she said, reaching up to gently caress his jaw.

  “You don’t understand,” he said, shaking his head.

  “Then make me understand,” she said, worrying her bottom lip and…

  Sighing heavily, Chase kissed her forehead. “You really are a brat.”

  “You knew this,” Sloane said, making his lips twitch as he found himself admitting, “I don’t want them to see me like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Broken,” he admitted, hoping that she would just let it go.

  “You’re not broken, Chase,” Sloane said with a soft smile as she leaned in to kiss him only to add, “You are a bit of an asshole, though,” making his lips twitch.

  “You’re too good to me,” he said dryly.

  “I know,” Sloane said, brushing her lips against his one last time before she sat back on his lap. She took his hands in hers, entwining their hands together as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “What’s wrong?” Chase asked when she didn’t say anything for a moment.

  “I was just wondering what it must have been like for them when the building collapsed and they couldn’t find you,” Sloane said, managing to say the one thing that had him closing his eyes and…

  “Fuck,” Chase said, releasing her hands so that he could rub his hands roughly down his face because he would have lost his fucking mind if it had happened to any of
his men.

  He would have torn that place apart until his hands were raw and then…he would have kept fucking going until he got to them and once he did, he wouldn’t have left their side. He would have stayed at the hospital day and night, bugging the shit out of everyone with a name tag, hoping for an update and

  He knew that his men had done the same for him.

  “What time are they coming?” he asked on a resigned sigh, realizing that he didn’t have a choice.

  “In thirty minutes!” Sloane said with an excited smile as she climbed off his lap and leaned down, giving him a quick kiss before tearing his kitchen apart, cooking enough food for a fucking army while he sat there, not really sure what he would do if any of his men looked at him with pity.

  He’d had enough pity to last him a fucking lifetime.

  Maybe this was a mistake.

  Maybe he should

  Get the fucking door, Chase thought, biting back a sigh as he forced himself to head to the front door, telling himself that he was being a fucking idiot. It was just poker. He could do this, he told himself, but as he moved closer to the front door his hands began to tremble as he remembered the last time that he saw them.

  They’d just pulled him from the rubble and…and…

  Oh, god…

  He couldn’t breathe.

  He couldn’t do this.

  He couldn’t fucking do th

  Before the panic swallowed him whole, Sloane was on his lap, cupping his face in her hands while she slowly brushed her lips against his as she made it difficult for him to think about anything else but the fact that he wanted her.

  Christ, did he want her.

  They’d been doing this for over a month now and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. They only had a few months left and he was determined to enjoy every fucking minute left with her until it was time for her to go. He hoped she got a job close by, but if not, he wasn’t too worried about it. He’d see her when she came home to visit her family and he would visit her when he could.

  “What was that for, Pookie?” Chase asked as she brushed her lips against his one last time.

  “No reason,” Sloane said with a smile as she climbed off his lap and shot him a wink before she headed back to the kitchen, her incredible ass swaying gently as she went, making him groan as he absently reached over and opened the door when someone knocked on it and

  “It’s about time, asshole,” came the warm welcome as Tyler and the rest of the degenerates that saved his life walked into the house.

  *-*-*-*

  “Oh, my god…” came the softly whispered words that had Sloane looking over her shoulder to find five very large men standing in the kitchen, looking like they were about to cry as they took in all the food she’d made for them.

  The larger of the men sniffled as he walked over and pulled her into his arms. “Bless you,” he said with another sniffle, making her lips twitch as he gave her a hug.

  “You’re welcome?” Sloane said as he let her go so that he could help himself to the food.

  “I don’t know who you are and frankly, I don’t care,” the one with short caramel hair and incredible green eyes said as he dropped to one knee in front of her. “Will you marry me?”

  Before she could answer, Chase was pulling her onto his lap and kissing her cheek. “Ignore Ben, he fell on his head in the academy.”

  Ben’s eyes narrowed on him. “Because you dropped me, you asshole!” making Chase chuckle.

  “He screamed like a girl,” one of the guys said with a pitying look and a chuckle as he helped himself to the food.

  “I was embarrassed for him,” one of the guys said, chuckling as he reached over and pinched Ben’s cheek, earning a murderous glare.

  “I hate you all,” Ben grumbled, getting to his feet and moving toward the food only to gesture to her, “Except you, of course.”

  “Of course,” Sloane murmured in agreement, earning a wink.

  “Are you going to be joining us, the incredibly wonderful woman that Chase still hasn’t introduced us to yet?” one of the men asked, making her lips twitch.

  “Her name is Sloane,” Chase said as she climbed off his lap so that she could check on the barbeque chicken in the oven.

  “I’m afraid that I already have plans,” Sloane said just as her brother, Tristan, walked into the kitchen and

  “I’m in,” her brother said with a firm nod as he took in the decks of playing cards and poker chips set up on the kitchen table, the guys hanging out, and all the food while Sloane stood there, narrowing her eyes on her favorite brother because she should have known this would happen.

  “Umm, what about our plans?” she asked her brother, not really surprised when he said, “Chase needs me,” with a sad shake of his head.

  “What about me? I need you,” Sloane said because she’d actually been looking forward to this all week.

  “But I like him more,” Tristan explained with a sad shake of his head as she stood there, mumbling, “I see…”

  For a moment, she stared at the large bastard that she fully planned on telling on before she grabbed the potholders, shoved them in her brother’s hands, and said, “Take the chicken out when the timer goes off.” With one last glare at her brother, she dropped a quick kiss on Chase’s cheek and headed to her room where she paused to throw over her shoulder, “He clears his throat when he bluffs,” before heading to her room, trying to figure out what she was going to do now since the big jerk ditched her.

  Chapter 30

  “I love her,” Adam said with a heartfelt sigh as they watched Sloane head to her room.

  “Aw, that’s so cute that you don’t think I’ll break every bone in your body for looking at my sister’s ass,” Tristan said as he tossed the potholders on the counter.

  Adam glanced back at Tristan, worried his bottom lip as he thought it over before glancing back at Sloane only to nod with a murmured, “Totally worth it.”

  “You’re on oven detail,” Tyler said, grabbing the discarded potholders and shoved them in Adam’s hands, most likely saving his life.

  “But…” Adam mumbled sadly as he watched Sloane disappear inside her room.

  “Go,” Tyler said, giving Adam a nudge that had him reluctantly giving up his dreams of marrying Sloane and had him heading to the oven.

  “This is Tristan. He’s Sloane’s brother,” Chase said before going around the room, introducing the guys. “This is Tyler, Ben, Adam, Matt, and the big guy devouring the sandwich is Scott.”

  “And I think Thomas is coming,” Adam said, shrugging it off as everything in Chase went still.

  There was a heavy pause and then…

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Tyler asked, sending Adam a pointed look.

  Frowning, Tristan asked, “Who’s Thomas?”

  “The asshole who stole my fiancée when I was in a coma,” Chase drawled as he grabbed a deck of cards off the table.

  “Oh, that’s fucked up,” Tristan said, dropping down on the chair next to him.

  “He always comes to poker night. Besides, I thought Chase should see the bullet he dodged,” Adam said, turning the timer off as the rest of the guys winced.

  “I hate to say this,” Ben said as he dropped down on the chair on the other side of him with a plate overflowing with food, “but he has a point.”

  “What are you talking about?” Chase asked, ripping open a pack of cards.

  The guys shared a look before Tyler said, “Amy’s a fucking nightmare.”

  “She’s making his life a living hell,” Matt added.

  “He can’t do anything without her permission. She texts him all day and if he doesn’t respond back immediately, she’s calling him. It’s gotten to the point that he has to shut his phone off before his shift. She won’t let him have poker night at the house, which works out well for us because we like it here better,” Scott said with a satisfied sigh as he sat down with his food and dug in.

  “I tho
ught she was bad when you were dating,” Adam said, sighing as he joined them.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Chase asked as he shuffled the cards, which earned matching blank stares from the guys.

  “Are you serious?” Matt asked, chuckling.

  “Clearly, you hit your head in that fall because the girl was a nightmare. She called all the time, texted non-fucking-stop, got upset if you didn’t fall all over yourself to make her happy,” Tyler said, shooting him a sympathetic wince.

  “That girl is high maintenance,” Adam said, joining them with a plate of barbeque wings that the guys immediately helped themselves to.

  “She never would have done something like this for us,” Scott said, groaning in pleasure as he bit into his pulled pork sandwich while Chase watched Sloane walk out onto the patio, wearing a black bikini and headed for one of the lounge chairs.

  No, she wouldn’t have, Chase thought as he sat back in his wheelchair and watched Sloane. Amy hated poker night and had been trying to make him promise that he’d give it up after they were married and the sad part was, he probably would have done it, too. He’d spoiled her, but it had never been enough for her.

  At the time, he’d told himself that it was his job to take care of her, but now…

  He realized just how one-sided their relationship had been. Whenever he did anything special for Sloane, she would smile hugely, kiss him, and tell him how wonderful he was and Sloane…god, she fucking spoiled him. It wasn’t just the big things that she did for him like surprising him with poker night, but all the little things that she did for him that made him feel like a fucking king.

  “She looks thirsty. I should bring her something to drink,” Adam mumbled absently as they watched Sloane get comfortable on the chair with a book in her lap.

  “Get your own girl,” Chase said, chuckling as he rolled back and grabbed a Coke.

  “You know that she’s only with you because I’m playing hard to get, right?” Adam said as Chase rolled out onto the patio and headed toward the beautiful woman that was going to destroy him when this was over.